"I'll sign too." "As--er--Shixpur or Shikespeare ?" queried Johnson.
"Let him alone," said Raleigh.

"He's getting sensitive about that; and what you need to learn more than anything else is that it isn't manners to twit a man on facts.

What's bothering you, Dryden?
You look like a man with an idea." "It has just occurred to me," said Dryden, "that while we can safely leave the question of Henry the Eighth and his wives to the wisdom of the council, we ought to pay some attention to the advisability of inviting Lucretia Borgia.

I'd hate to eat any supper if she came within a mile of the banqueting-hall.

If she comes you'll have to appoint a tasting committee before I'll touch a drop of punch or eat a speck of salad." "We might recommend the appointment of Raleigh to look after the fair Lucretia and see that she has no poison with her, or if she has, to keep her from dropping it into the salads," said Confucius, with a sidelong glance at Raleigh.